"Just because I can mentally handle supernatural weirdness I'm still not convinced you just made up to fuck with people doesn't mean I have a death wish. So nyah!" And yes he did stick his tongue out just for continuity's sake.
Ugh. Seriousness. He hated this part.
"After? A one way ticket back home would be nice. I actually LIKED my job back home, which is something of a first for me. I was good at it, it paid me enough to go on ebay rampages and kept me in hair product from Australia. Oh and I totally made Santa Barbara a safer place to live. That was cool too. Here? I suppose I could go back to what I always do. Wander around and work odd jobs, though with your constant bloodsucker talk that doesn't sound nearly as appealing as it used to..."
Fuck. Serious business time. What WAS he going to do?